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Post-marriage jealous beckett pls? :)

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They walked into the loft from the outside. Well, he walked. She stormed in at a terribly quick pace, taking off her coat and throwing it over arm of the couch as she moved into their bedroom. The door slammed behind her and he took it as a warning that he was not allowed inside.

Their anniversary dinner hadn’t quite gone as he would have hoped. In fact, it didn’t go anywhere near where he would have hoped. 

He let her steam for a few moments, moving around the island and pouring them both a glass of red. He carried them toward the door and knocked gently with his knuckles. “Kate?” He asked softly. “Can I come in?”

She opened the door and glared at him. “Do you want to come in, Castle?” She asked, taking her drink from him and lifting it to her lips. “Or do you want to go back and finish the lap dance?”

Okay, maybe that was a harsh blow, but it was no shot from the embarrassment she’d been put through that evening. He didn’t even say anything for Christ sakes. Just made the waitress that much more happy. He clenched the glass in between his fingertips and let out a breath. “Kate, you know it’s not like that…”

"Not like what, Rick?" She asked, finishing her glass and placing it back in his hands. "Think about what it isn’t while you sleep on the couch tonight.” She smiled at him, turned around in the room and grabbed his pillows, throwing it at him. Luckily, he placed both glasses to the side before the blow.

She took one glance at him before closing the door in his face and locking it behind her. He thought about attacking the office entrance when he heard that door click shut too.

It would be a rough night.

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He was woken up hours later to the sound of crying next to his ear. He attempted to wake up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he saw Kate next to him on the ground, watching him sleep. “I’m sorry I got mad earlier.” She whimpered.

Castle sat up quickly, pulling her up on the couch and into his arms. She buried her face in his chest and he held her there. “No, no, honey. It’s okay.” 

"I just… I need to know you’re gonna be there Rick." She whimpered into his chest. "I can’t do this alone."

He rubbed her back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Do what alone?” He asked gently, confusion crossing his features.

"This is the worst way to tell you." She sniffled as she pulled back and wiped her eyes. "I’m pregnant, Rick."

His eyes momentarily bugged out of his head but he caught the traction and cupped her head gently, wiping away her tears. “Kate…” he breathed gently. “That’s wonderful.”

She choked up again, her lower lip wobbling in a short of way that broke his heart. “You don’t have to lie to me.” She said gently. 

"I’m not lying." He said quickly, pulling her onto his lap. He wound one arm around her back and kept the other on her head. "Honey, I’m not lying." He repeated, pressing their lips together. She cupped her hand around his cheekbone and leaned into the kiss a little more. 

After a moment, she pulled away and saw the tears staining his own cheeks for a very different reason and felt at ease. She nuzzled her face into his chest and inhaled his scent, closing her eyes. “Come back to bed.” She murmured quietly, though she didn’t move. “Can’t sleep without you.”

Rick pressed a kiss to her head and nodded. “Okay.” He agreed, but he didn’t move either, but instead laid his head against hers and closed his eyes.

scripting-life:

Chapter Fifteen

Fiiiiiinnnaaalllly, an update!! I almost didn’t think I’d make it.

The following is the same as the author’s note at the bottom of this newest chapter, so feel free to skip it if you’ve already read it here or there or altogether if you just don’t care. :P

Real life has been crazy. In the past month, I’ve gone from part-time student to officially unemployed; I’ve moved out of my apartment in LA to move back home to Norcal. Most of all, my nephew has kicked my butt (both literally and metaphorically).

No joke, the past few weeks have made me appreciate how much work it takes to be a stay-at-home moms so freakin’ much. My sister and two-year-old nephew are visiting from Japan and yeah, my sister is a homemaker. She’s also pregnant with her second child and constantly exhausted because it takes so much work for her to look after the energizer bunny that is my nephew. Seriously, a nine-year-old on a sugar high has nothing on that kid. There’s four adults in my house and we’re all completely worn out by the end of the day because it takes so much to keep my nephew busy. I mean, I love him to bits, but he just never stops! Lol.

So yeah, for the last weeks, I’ve been kept busy by my sister and my nephew from 7 am to when he sleeps at 9 pm and after that, I’m so exhausted that I can’t even bring myself to use my brain in any greater capacity than mind-numbing television and games on my phone.

Then, somewhere in the middle of my impromptu lesson on “How to Handle a Two-Year-Old from Hell” (jkjk…I love him. I really do), I saw all these “Vice” fics popping up recently.

I’ll admit that I was actually really intimidated because dude, chezchuckles and Sandiane Carter and a number of others have written/are writing their version and hello? Need I say more about the quality of their work? In fact, I think my heart literally skipped a beat when I saw chezchuckles’ Vice story pop up in the archive. And then I saw that Sandiane Carter was going to write a version too and then I was just like equal parts I’m-so-freakin’-excited-because-their-stories-are-going-to-be-the-best-things-ever and holy-smokes-my-story-is-so-inferior. Lol.

In any case, after wallowing in my inferiority for a while, I realized that I can’t spend my writing “career” comparing my stories to those of others or else I’ll be perpetually living in a well of misery because of how superior their writing is to mine (whether true or perceived or both). I needed to remind myself that I have this group of incredible readers who have somehow found something to like in my stories, and I owe it to everyone who’s been such an amazing source of support to me to keeping updating this.

Besides, our stories are completely different beasts and the joy of fanfiction is that there can be so many spins on a similar idea.

I hope you’ll all forgive me for my moment of self-doubt which led, in part, to this extended delay. Thank you.

castleramblings:

Castle AU: The Fugitive

Wrongly convicted for a crime he didn’t commit, framed by a dirty cop, Richard Castle goes on the run in an attempt to clear his name, calling in favours and dipping into shadowy worlds. Kate Beckett is the Federal Marshal assigned to chase him down. But the further she investigates the man, the more she becomes convinced that his claims of innocence are true.

Especially when she sees the conviction in his eyes, hears the belief in his voice during their first confrontation, as the evidence stacks up in her own personal investigation.

The pair become unlikely allies, till the final showdown exonerates them both, and then their relationship takes the final step.

caskett au → During childbirth, Kate’s heart stopped and she passed, breaking a promise to Castle that she would never let him raise their children alone. Rick braves through the child’s baby years, but as she grows, she begins to look a lot more like her mother and it becomes harder for him to cope. Kate may be gone, but Ariel is still there: the piece of her mother that he will have forever.

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